Sasuke looked over at the twitching body that lay before him.
She had bent in half to accommodate the pressure and pain of the sword that he had driven through her stomach. Her head was bowed almost watching the life slip out of her. Her hands were covering the space where the blade met her skin, trying in vain to hold in her life or the sword. Sasuke couldn't tell.
The red blood spilling over her hands and on the floor had somehow also gotten into her hair. The clash between red and pink was as obscene as her death.
"You know, Sasuke," Her voice was a whisper laced with pain, "You are a mess."
He blinked once.
"A big ironic mess."
She raised her head to look him in the eye.
"How strange that someone as obsessed with death as you would follow Orochimaru. He who is so obsessed with life?"
"I am not obsessed with death."
She made a coughing noise that sprayed his clothes with flecks of blood. It could have been a laugh, but Sasuke couldn't tell.
"Not obsessed with death? Sasuke."
Her tone was reprimanding, her face full of disbelief. Almost as disbelieving as when he saw her after all these years.
"Your goal in life is kill your brother and your best friend. I imagine you might even want to kill Orochimaru too." She paused and took in shaky breath.
"Apparently I am on that list somewhere too." Talking was exhausting her.
He twisted his sword up and out of her quickly. She made a small whimper as she fell face forward on the floor.
Scorn was in his voice when he replied, "What do you know of my family or my life? You who had both your parents and was never alone?"
She laughed(coughed) into her blood, making ripples as it spread.
"Sasuke, do you even remember your parents? Or just how they died?" Your whole life has been obsessed with their deaths."
He kicked her on her side.
She gave a grunt that caused her to accidentally inhale the blood in her mouth. She choked.
"And how did they live Sasuke? Did your mother love her sons with all of her heart? Was your father someone who valued his people above the price for power?"
Her voice was no more than a hoarse whisper when she said, "I suppose I still love in some weird twisted way. Its because I am not as afraid of life as you, Sasuke Uchiha."
He turned away but not because he didn't care.
"God I am a mess." She smiled.
He turned because there was too much life in her death and he could not stand to look.
He told himself later that it was only the ramblings of a dying woman and not someone that knew anything.
